(See how cryptic I can be...horribly written...wonder if anyone can get even an inch of what I meant )sad:( infact I was thinking of changing the blog name to crypto scripto ;) eh?

It is since then I hate pink colour.It happened right before my eyes...He cracked open.

I once thought him to be a beautiful, creamy statue, that talked,smiled and laughed with people- almost perfect to live in this world of men.

But sometimes I also imagined hearing some sobbing from it.
But that day....

HE shook,shook violently...and tore himself out..his hand actually scratched off the skin of the other...this ritual...sure I must have been dreaming (I thot then),or some sci-fi movie I had seen perhaps...and out emerged a pink body,horribly pink,wrinkled like a newborn baby...
This newborn looked around..in his eyes were the astonishment and the gratefulness to the glaring lights that assured him of life;and also the pain that came with it.
Each step for him was an ordeal in itself.The touch of a feather like an acid burn...his new pink skin burning in the air...
But he kept walking ..his soles hardened...he kept working,his palms got some colour.Nature had decided to build him now.

Last time I saw him,he wasnt fully pink anymore,just the necessary places:)
He didnt get what he didnt need.
He was recently promoted at the place he worked.

Btw did I mention what was left behind when this newborn came out-A plastic bag.

and the seed in her womb grew into a heathy proud plant(tree)
as it grew its independence grew its pride grew and it then looked beyond himself

looked around with contempt ,seeing creatures trying to struggle out from where they were
and then he looked whr it was standing.

(give some music of climax)

He condemned the mother(earth),how could she give rise to so many small creatures like him and him!
had she no character?!

And then it left her to stand aloneto forget what filth grew him.Some other proud creatures like it,stood upto the air.
and they stopped growing.

(thats it full stop.).